The dim lights of the upscale billiards lounge cast a sultry glow over the green felt of the pool table, where Katie Thornton leaned forward, her blonde hair cascading like a golden waterfall over one shoulder. At twenty-eight, the British bombshell was a SCORELAND sensation—her voluptuous figure a masterpiece of big, natural tits that defied gravity, a narrow waist flaring into wide hips, and long legs that ended in killer heels. She wore a tight, low-cut black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, the neckline plunging deep to showcase the pale swells of her breasts, tan lines faint from her latest beach shoot. Katie racked the balls with deliberate care, her hips wiggling side to side in a hypnotic rhythm, making her ass cheeks shift under the fabric. Every movement was body English at its finest—a jiggle of her ta-tas as she bent low, nipples hardening against the thin material, teasing anyone lucky enough to watch.
She’d traveled the world for modeling gigs: draped in vibrant saris in India, sipping sake in Tokyo’s neon-lit alleys, even tandem skydiving over the snow-capped Himalayas, the rush of freefall mirroring the adrenaline she craved in her private life. Camels in the desert, the Taj Mahal’s marble under her feet—none compared to the thrill of being the center of attention here, cue in hand, owning the table. ‘You can’t hustle me,’ she purred to her opponent, a tall, rugged photographer named Liam who’d shot her for SCORELAND last month. His eyes devoured her as she chalked her cue, her full lips wrapping around the tip suggestively.
Katie lined up her shot, ass arched high as she stroked the cue forward. The balls cracked apart, scattering with precision. She straightened, turning to Liam with a smirk. ‘Your turn. But if I win, you owe me.’ He raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. ‘And if I win?’ She trailed a manicured nail down his chest. ‘You won’t.’ The game was foreplay, her body language screaming invitation. She missed the next shot on purpose, bending over the table so her dress rode up, revealing lace panties from Ann Summers—her go-to for bras that actually fit her massive tits and the bondage gear that made her pulse race.
Ann Summers was her playground: shelves of cuffs, ropes, vibrators, and lingerie that turned restraint into ecstasy. Katie didn’t look the type—blonde, bubbly, with an innocent smile—but she craved being tied down, helpless under a dominant touch. No skydiving jump matched the surrender of silk bonds biting into her wrists. Liam sank a ball, then another, but Katie distracted him, pressing her tits against his arm as she ‘helped’ with his stance. ‘Feel how soft they are,’ she whispered, guiding his hand to cup one heavy breast through the dress. He squeezed, thumb brushing her nipple, and she gasped, heat pooling between her thighs.
The lounge emptied as closing time neared, leaving them alone with the table and the faint clink of glasses in the distance. Katie won the game handily, pocketing the eight-ball with a triumphant hip sway. ‘Now, pay up.’ She pulled a small bag from under the table—her Ann Summers haul, smuggled in for just this. Inside: soft leather cuffs, a silk blindfold, and a riding crop. Liam’s eyes darkened with hunger. ‘You planned this.’ Katie nodded, biting her lip. ‘Tie me up. Make me yours on this table.’
He didn’t hesitate. Katie hopped onto the green felt, the balls pushed aside, her dress hiked to her waist. Liam fastened the cuffs around her wrists, securing them to the table’s rails with velcro straps—firm but safe, just how she liked. Her arms stretched above her head, tits thrusting upward as she arched her back. He blindfolded her next, the world going dark, heightening every sensation. ‘Tell me about your adventures,’ he commanded, his voice low, as he trailed the crop’s tip over her exposed skin. Katie shivered. ‘Skydiving in the Himalayas… freefalling, wind whipping my body, like being fucked by the sky.’
The crop snapped lightly against her thigh, not painful, but a sting that made her pussy clench. Liam unzipped her dress, peeling it down to bare her bra—black lace from Ann Summers, cups overflowing with her pale, freckled breasts. He unhooked it, freeing them to bounce heavily, nipples pink and erect. ‘These tits are perfect for playing with,’ he growled, pinching one roughly. Katie moaned, tugging at the cuffs. ‘Suck them… bite.’ He latched on, mouth hot and wet, teeth grazing the sensitive peak as he sucked hard, pulling until it popped free with a wet smack. His free hand kneaded the other, rolling the nipple between fingers slick with her anticipation.
Blindfolded and bound, Katie writhed on the table, the felt rough against her back. Liam’s hands roamed lower, shoving her panties aside to expose her shaved pussy, already glistening. ‘So wet from a little game,’ he teased, fingers parting her folds. She bucked her hips. ‘Finger me while you play with my tits.’ Two digits plunged in, curling to stroke her inner walls, thumb circling her clit in firm circles. Katie’s breaths came in pants, her big tits heaving with each thrust. ‘Harder… like riding a camel in the desert, bouncing endlessly.’ He added a third finger, stretching her, pumping faster as he alternated sucking her nipples, leaving them shiny and swollen.
The bondage amplified everything—the helplessness fueling her arousal. Katie loved this: restrained, attention laser-focused on her body, no escape from the building pleasure. Liam pulled his fingers free, replacing them with his tongue. He spread her thighs wide, lapping at her clit with flat, broad strokes, then sucking it between his lips. Katie cried out, ankles hooked over the table’s edge, pussy exposed and devouring his mouth. ‘Don’t stop… eat me like I’m the Taj Mahal, your forbidden treasure.’ His tongue fucked into her hole, nose grinding her clit, until she trembled on the edge.
But he denied her release, standing to strip. Katie heard the zipper, felt the bed dip as he climbed on. His cock—thick, veined, nine inches of rigid heat—brushed her inner thigh. ‘Beg for it.’ Bound and blind, she arched desperately. ‘Fuck me, Liam. Pound my pussy while I’m tied down.’ He gripped her hips, slamming in with one brutal thrust. Katie screamed, walls clamping around his girth as he filled her completely. The table creaked under them, her cuffed wrists straining as he set a punishing rhythm—deep, hard strokes that made her tits slap against her chest.
Liam leaned over her, capturing a nipple in his mouth again while he rutted into her. ‘These big tits jiggle so fucking good when I fuck you.’ Katie’s body jolted with each impact, pussy squelching around his cock, juices coating his balls. The blindfold heightened the sensations: the slap of skin, his grunts, the crop now tracing her side as a reminder of her submission. ‘Restrain me tighter… make me take it all.’ He obliged, looping a strap around one thigh to spread her wider, angling deeper to hit her G-spot relentlessly.
Travel memories flashed in her mind—India’s heat mirroring the sweat on her skin, Japan’s precision like his targeted thrusts. Katie’s orgasm built like a skydive, plummeting toward ecstasy. ‘I’m cumming… fuck, yes!’ Her pussy spasmed, milking his cock as waves crashed through her, thighs quaking against the restraints. Liam didn’t stop, pounding through her climax until she sobbed from overstimulation. Finally, he pulled out, ripping off the blindfold. Katie’s blue eyes locked on his, wild and needy. ‘Cum on my tits. Mark them.’
He stroked his slick cock furiously, ropes of hot cum erupting across her heaving breasts, painting the pale globes white. Katie licked her lips, watching every spurt, then strained against the cuffs to rub it in, smearing the sticky load over her nipples. ‘Untie me… I want to taste.’ Liam released her, and she scooped cum from her skin, sucking her fingers clean with greedy moans. Exhausted, she lay back on the table, body humming, the scattered balls a testament to her victory.
As they dressed, Katie traced the faint red marks from the cuffs, smiling. ‘Next shoot, maybe we incorporate this—bondage on a pool table, Ann Summers style.’ Liam grinned, pulling her close. For Katie Thornton, every game was a win, every restraint a thrill, turning her English body into a canvas of unbridled pleasure.
